PAINT :
I think that I must have fallen into painting as soon as I was born! At an age when others are playing with building blocks, I took delight in massacring an enormous box of pastels that my mother had inherited from a painter friend of my grandfather. The books on my bedside table were "Les chatons barbouilleurs" (a likeable gang of clumsy kittens, who knocked over pots of paint which mixed together, thus revealing the secret of blending colours) and an enormous book on Botticelli in black and white with a few colour plates. It has to be said that the family environment encouraged my artistic endeavours. My grandfather, an amateur watercolourist but with a very professional technique upset me by solemnly consigning to the bin the nice little tube of white gouache beside my new paintboxes, because "white is supposed to be the white of the paper". And so much more than other topics, talking about painting means talking about me and about my family. (...) |
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